K. Trap Jones is the author of Drakul in Twisted Realities: Of Myth and Monstrosity. We asked K. Trap what his inspiration for the tale was and the following is what he told us –
Drakul: The Inspiration
The short story Drakul has a long rooted meaning for me. Earlier on in my writing, I wrote a 250K word novel set within Greek Mythology. I put that large project aside and knew I would eventually come back to it and split it into three books. The satyr, Drakul is a main character in the Underworld in that story arc and was always one of my favorites. With the short story, I wanted to write about how Drakul actually found himself within the caverns of the Underworld. So, it basically serves a historical look at one of my more beloved characters.
In my writings, I always strive to reinvent tales and really challenge the reader’s perceptions. Satyrs are well known, so the challenge was how do I give that character a fresh start? In mythology, the Greek god Dionysus had troops of satyrs and he was also the god of grape harvest, winemaking and wine. If I was half-goat and I lived anywhere near wine, you better believe that I would be drinking away my sorrows. That led to the basis of the story regarding a village of satyrs working in the vineyards and producing wine.
The overall theme of the story was that the satyrs were really useless in the eyes of the Gods. They were a means of production through the harvesting of the grapes and the creation of wine. Normally, we see satyrs as guides for a better good, but in this instance they were created for the sole purpose of wine production. Their strong legs were built for speed and strength to carry the grapes, their hooves were used to crush the grapes and their intellect was subdued so that they could serve without rebellion. There’s a certain part of the story where Drakul talks about the power of Dionysus and his ability to cleanse the village and create new satyrs if needed. There is an essence of fear that comes with being such a low level creature, especially when they are in control of producing the sweet nectar that the god’s enjoy so much.
Drakul finds himself in an awkward position because he is somewhat the leader of his kind and reports directly to Dionysus. This allows him to exclude himself from the physical labor of the vineyards and of course, he becomes an outsider within his own race. I really wanted to capture that depression that comes with anyone falling from their high rank and how quickly that could occur. One is only valuable as long as they are seen to be valuable. Of course, unlimited wine does help the cause as well.
I hope you enjoy reading Drakul as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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Drakul is an engaging tale of satyrs, Gods and wine. It’s a story that will leave you wondering what fate truly has in store for you. Read on for a longer look at K. Trap’s contribution to Twisted Realities: Of Myth and Monstrosity –
My name is Drakul and I have become a lost cause, a faded shadow of my former self. I was once a loyal follower of Dionysus, the God of grape harvest and wine, until the others discovered my weakness. Immortality flows through my veins along with the wine, but only one of them actually helps me to erase the memories of my past. I turn to my friendly liquid for acceptance and for denial of what I have become. I am a satyr; half-goat, half-man, but a full drunkard. I am immortal, but death can greet me from the hands of any God.
The wine has become my only friend, for it is that within the goblet that I truly consider my companion; but alas, even he is not above betraying me on occasion. I had an unfortunate event that pushed me away from the glory of the Gods to where I find myself today. Before I wallow too deep in the present, allow me to reflect upon the past. For it is within the sands of time that my prosperity truly reigns supreme. It was within the protection of the Gods where I truly became gifted, but it was within the winery orchards where I found my betrayers.
I was created for the mere purpose of serving the Gods and I achieved great success. There were many satyrs created for different purposes, but I was the one chosen to serve alongside Dionysus, for he only had a few close companions. I refer to my past as the glory days, for they easily overshadow the tasks that I oversee today. My past was filled with the most wonderful wine, nymphs and festivals of which few were able to participate. I soon became the envy of all other satyrs as Dionysus’ trust in me had spread throughout the village. When I slept, the others would scavenge to take my place by trying to better me, but Dionysus was no fool. He allowed the others to pamper him, but there was no replacing his most trustworthy ally. I was always by his side and eager to please. We were inseparable as a team. It was the closest I had ever been to becoming recognized as a fellow God. He entrusted me with his secrets, even those forbidden to be heard by the ears of Zeus.
With that much power and that much difference between myself and the others, it was only natural that they would allow their jealousy to take hold. When Dionysus slept or when I was not by his side, I was not welcomed to join the others. I became an outcast within my own village and was made aware of that on many occasions. During the meetings and trials of the Gods, I was left behind to suffer the wrath of my colleagues. Without the watchful eye of our master, I was often mocked and belittled. My food rations would be tainted and my personal treasures would be stolen by thieves. I did not allow myself to be bullied, as I knew that all would be well as soon as Dionysus was to place one foot upon the soil of the village.
Having that close of a relationship with a God did have its benefits. I did not have to participate in labor chores of the winery, nor did I have to handle messaging chores. The two tasks were brutally cruel in each of their own ways. The winery task consisted of hand picking the grapes for the production of the wine. This also included the toting of the barrels and the stomping of fruit to produce the liquid. It was said that Dionysus purposely created us with flattened hooves for that reason alone.
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